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"Oh," said Riddle. He sat down, gripping his hands together very tightly.
Harry ducked swiftly down behind his cauldron, pulled one of Fred's Filibuster fireworks out of his pocket, and gave it a quick prod with his wand. The firework began to fizz and sputter. Knowing he had only seconds, Harry straightened up, took aim, and lobbed it into the air; it landed right on target in Goyle's cauldron.
"How long will it take to make, anyway?" said Harry as Hermione, looking happier, opened the book again.
"Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered in Harry's ear.
"What does she understand?" said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
"Yeh sure yeh're all righ'? Yeh look all hot an' bothered -"
"Hello, Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you come by my diary?"
The boy slammed the door shut and stood up.
"Sorry I disturbed you. I'll go now," he half-shouted.
Hermione waited outside the curtain drawn around Harry's bed while Ron helped him into his pajamas. It took a while to stuff the rubbery, boneless arm into a sleeve.
He turned to squint at what he'd fallen over and felt as though his stomach had dissolved.
"Saint Potter, the Mudbloods' friend," said Malfoy slowly. "He's another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that jumped up Granger Mudblood. And people think he's Slytherin's heir!"
Perhaps the Heir of Slytherin had lost his or her nerve, thought Harry. It must be getting riskier and riskier to open the Chamber of Secrets, with the school so alert and suspicious. Perhaps the monster, whatever it was, was even now settling itself down to hibernate for another fifty years ....